The Annihilator: Killer Of Gods

The Scarlet Lightning Bone Wings were a stunning and formidable sight. Each wing was an intricate masterpiece of dark beauty and lethal precision. They were made up of metallic feathers that shimmered in a gradient of deep crimson red and vivid purple, creating an iridescent display that was simply mesmerizing.

Each feather was as sharp as a blade, honed to a deadly edge capable of slicing through the toughest materials. The wings were reinforced with bone-like spines, adding a skeletal yet robust framework that supported the expansive, lethal plumage.

"Wow, these wings are incredible," Karsha said, his eyes wide with wonder as he admired the magnificent appendages. The wings were elegant and captivating, made of an incredibly hard metal even sharper than his own swords.

They were beautiful but also exuded a dangerous aura. The sharpness of every feature was enough to make Karsha's heart race. They looked like they belonged to the devil himself.

"How strong are Primordial Beasts, really?" Karsha wondered aloud. The wings in front of him were from a Primordial Phoenix, and just looking at them made him feel dizzy. The aura emanating from them was overwhelming, even for him. The electric energy crackling across them only added to their intimidating presence.

"I hope I never have to face a Primordial Beast in this lifetime," Karsha said with a smile, though deep down he wasn't entirely convinced. But that was a worry for another day. Right now, he needed to fuse with the wings. He stood up and carefully laid them out on the back on the snake, extending them fully.

When fully spread, the Scarlet Lightning Bone Wings were both breathtaking and terrifying. They were a perfect blend of elegance and raw, destructive power, each wing stretching out two meters long. Karsha's eyes lit up as he took in their domineering and formidable appearance.

"System, how do we proceed?" Karsha asked.

< The host should sit in front of the wings, bare-chested. Your back should face the wings. Also, the host will need a Monster Core to fuse with the wings. A powerful Monster Core will be okay. >

Karsha quickly retrieved one of the Tier 8 monster cores he had taken from the Red Planet and placed it in front of him.

< Process is starting >

A huge runic diagram appeared beneath Karsha, lifting him slightly off the ground. The core also rose into the air and began spinning. A line of energy emerged from it and started flowing into Karsha's back.

Karsha soon felt a warming sensation spreading across his back. He braced himself for the inevitable pain, and as expected, it came swiftly. The wing tattoo on his back began to glow, becoming more radiant as the energy continued to enter his body.

Gradually, the wings began to tremble and lift into the air, glowing with increasing intensity. The core had already diminished to about half its original size. Suddenly, the glowing wings exploded into countless pieces. However, the fragments didn't scatter; instead, they transformed into sparkles of light that started entering Karsha's body.

Karsha let out a pained scream but gritted his teeth and endured. The core continued to shrink, and just before it could disappear completely, a second Tier 8 core appeared. Karsha had taken five Tier 8 cores from the Red Planet, and while that might not be enough, he still had two Tier 9 cores in his space ring as backup.

Karsha was incredibly wealthy—richer than most Great Families. Using Tier 9 cores like they were candy was nothing to him. If he ever ran out, he could simply pop back to the Red Planet and get more. Even Princes and Princesses couldn't boast about having an entire treasury to themselves. Karsha's wealth was unmatched, and he knew it was damn cool.

After about two hours, the final piece of the Bone Wings entered Karsha's body. A powerful aura exploded from him, far stronger and denser than his own. His meridians trembled as they struggled to absorb the overwhelming energy. Blood began to seep from Karsha's lips and eyes as he fought through the pain.

His body was on the verge of shattering, veins bulging green across his face as he endured the excruciating agony. Just when it seemed like he couldn't take it any longer, a leather sheath materialized. Instantly, the oppressive aura diminished significantly, bringing it down to a more bearable level. Within 30 minutes, the aura had greatly reduced.

The sword sheath slowly made its way into Karsha's ring. It was one of the items he had received but hadn't quite known what to do with. Without this sword sheath, he would have been reduced to a pulp. Instead, he had gained something incredibly powerful.

The sheath had absorbed enough aura to immobilize even a Sage, and now that it was in Karsha's possession, he no longer had to worry about being overwhelmed or suppressed.

Karsha knew he could later absorb all the aura and use it to temper his own. The more powerful the aura, the more beneficial it would be for him. He had already absorbed a bit, but about 95% was still sealed inside the sword sheath. In the process of fusing with the Bone Wings, he had gained something incredibly valuable.

The wings had bestowed upon him an arrogant, domineering aura. The beast that once bore these wings was incredibly powerful. Just the aura alone was enough to bring Karsha to the brink of death.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Karsha's healing abilities kicked in, beginning the process of mending his body. He remained seated for another hour, letting his body recover, before he finally opened his eyes.

< Ding! Congratulations, you have fused with a Primordial Bone Wing: Scarlet Lightning Bone Wing >

< Ding! You have received a divine technique: Lightning Phoenix Drive >

A smile spread across Karsha's face as he stood up. The array diagram disappeared, leaving nothing behind, and both cores had been consumed.

As if he had used the wings for years, Karsha instinctively knew what to do. He walked to the center of the snake's head, and like a bird, the wings appeared on his back. They spread wide, their blade-like feathers sharper than ever. The wings were colorful, with purple dominating their vibrant display.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that the wings weren't actually attached to Karsha's body. Instead, they seemed to be suspended by an invisible force, with the wing tattoos on his back glowing brightly—these tattoos were likely the source of this levitation.

Karsha didn't let this detail distract him. His focus was on mastering flight. Thanks to the divine-ranked technique he had acquired, he knew exactly how to take to the skies. He began by channeling wind and lightning into the wings, just as the technique instructed.

With a confident smile, Karsha took a leap. As the wings spread wide, the metal feathers constricted and charged. Perhaps he had underestimated the power of the wings or gathered too much force, but the result was explosive. He shot into the air like a cannonball, covering several kilometers in the blink of an eye.

"Hahahaha!" His laughter echoed through the sky as he soared around like a wild bird. Karsha's intelligence, constantly enhanced by points, had sharpened his comprehension to a new level. He understood how to use the wings almost instantly, mastering what would take other birds weeks to achieve in mere seconds.

His laughter and streaks of lightning illuminated the sky. The lightning seemed to trail him as he zipped through the air, moving with the freedom of a bird finally released from its cage. Stay connected with empire

"Time to land," Karsha said to himself, dashing toward the monster's body below. He had already figured out how to change directions mid-air and perform various maneuvers. Although his movements weren't as fluid as a bird's just yet, he was making impressive progress and knew that with more practice—perhaps by watching birds in flight—he would soon perfect his aerial skills.

"Oh crap!" Karsha cursed as he realized it was too late to correct his course. He crashed into the scaly body of the Thundercoil, having failed to apply the brakes with his wings. He was thrown hard against the snake's massive form, groaning as he lay sprawled across its body. Despite some bruises and broken ribs, his remarkable resilience ensured he wasn't in any real danger.

"Gotta fix that," he muttered, determined to improve. Karsha quickly took to the air again and began practicing. It took him nearly 30 attempts to get the landing right and another 50 to master it. After several minutes of crashing and getting up, his face bore some injuries, but his powerful healing abilities kept him going. He persisted until he had perfected the landing technique.

Once he had mastered how to land properly, Karsha stored the body of the snake and took to the skies once more. He soared high enough to survey the mountainous terrain where the now-dead Overlord had once roamed. As he ascended, he noticed the lightning energy in the air becoming denser the higher he went.

"I'll come back and train once I'm done with everything," Karsha decided. After taking in the view, he shot toward the outer area with overwhelming speed, ready to continue his journey.

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Shadow Guards POV

Ten hours after the loud explosion, the shadow guards gathered in the flying boat, patiently waiting for Karsha's return. They used the time to discuss the future of the island once the last Overlord was defeated and the curse was lifted. Their conversation helped pass the time as they speculated about the changes that might come.

Eventually, they settled into a meditative state. Suddenly, Ayarr's voice pierced their concentration.

"What is that?" she asked, pointing toward something hurtling toward them at an alarming speed.

"On guard!" Dhaka commanded, his voice sharp. Instantly, his teammates sprang into action. Ayarr's daggers materialized in her hands, Kilian summoned his massive shield, Dhaka tightened his grip on his sword, Alida's bow was ready with fire arrows, and Tifa's staff crackled with lightning, preparing for action.

"Be ready," Dhaka reiterated. But Ayarr, squinting intently, managed to make out a faint figure.

"I... I think it's Karsha," she said, her tone uncertain. Before the others could respond, she confirmed, "It's definitely Karsha."

"Yeah, that's him," Alida agreed her sharp vision—thanks to her skills as an Archeress—revealing the figure from 130 kilometers away.

As Karsha drew closer, his figure became clearer. "That is some terrifying speed," Ayarr muttered in awe. Karsha approached like a streak of lightning, his laughter echoing through the air.

"Let's go kill the last Overlord and break this damn curse!" Karsha announced, his joy unmistakable.